He Was My Husband. Now He’s Nobody.

I tried to kill myself forty-nine times in six years.

On the forty-ninth attempt, I woke up in a hospital bed with no memory of anything. The doctor told me I had dissociative amnesia. My mind had wiped away everything—my past, my name, even my family.

Then my parents entered.

“Oh, you're awake again,” my mother said coldly. “Adeline, how long are you going to keep this up? Do you really think killing yourself will bring Nathaniel back?”

I stared at her, confused. I didn't even know who Nathaniel was.